Post by Akira on Mar 6, 2013 14:14:00 GMT -5
Merlin
Colin Morgan
Name:
Merlin
Pronunciation:
Mer - lin
Age:
21 Turns
Season Born In:
Winter
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 154lbs {Small Build}
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 154lbs {Small Build}
Merlin is five foot ten inches tall and has a small build that only weights one hundred and fifty-four pounds. He is a skinny young man, that has learned how to hold his own in a fight. He has shaggy black hair that he never lets get long enough to hang into his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they are a blue in color that, at times, look pretty dark in color. There are also times when his eyes seem to look lighter in color than they actually are. It all depends on how the light hits them really. Either way they seem to appear to have a strange, mischievous spark in them. It’s almost as if he is plotting to pull off some sort of prank even if he actually isn’t. Merlin likes to wear clothes that aren’t actually all that heavy, and fit him pretty loosely. That way he doesn’t feel as though his clothes are constricting his movements.
Personality:
Merlin is a very curious young man, and likes to explore everything around him. He can typically be found with his nose shoved into a scroll reading about some long forgotten battle or something of the sort. Either way he is what we would call a book worm. He just loves to learn new things, and he has a pretty decent imagination. If you can’t find him in the records room, check outside when it is sunny, he might be lying around staring at the clouds. Otherwise you can find him in the kitchens stuffing his face because he hasn’t eaten in almost twenty-four hours. Yes, he has a tendency to forget to eat whenever he finds a particularly interesting scroll. He just can’t be bothered to do such a menial thing when he has something so interesting right there in front of him.
That doesn’t mean that Merlin can’t be dragged away from the scrolls. In fact, he’d be more willing to go out and do something if he had a friend that was willing to almost literally drag him away from it. Speaking of friends, he is an extremely loyal person, and refuses to turn his back on anyone that might need his help. He is actually not all that unlike a very large child and much of the things that amused him from when he was a child, still amuses him to this day. He’s also an animal lover, and has a hard time turning away any animal in distress. In fact, if it weren’t for his friends and family, he would have tried to overrun the Weyr with animals a long time ago, but thanks to all their hard work and dedication, the Weyr is still safe from this strange young man.
Family:
Malthor - Father - Trelis beastcrafter - 41 Turns
Emlin - Mother - Drudge - 40 Turns
Location:
Trelis - Rindel Weyrhold
Rank:
Packmember
Pack:
Wherhold Pack
History:
Merlin’s father, Malthor, had grown up in a long line of Beast Crafters, and just like his father before him, he had eventually taken the position at Trelis Weyr taking care of all runners and other beasts that provide the food for the dragons and whers, and for the rest of the Weyr in general. Whereas his mother, Emlin, was the product of an unlucky drudge and rider who had lost a flight. Who grew up with all of the other weyrbrats, and like the other weyrbrats, she had eventually become a candidate. Even though she had stood for many clutches, she never impressed. But she never let that get to her, and she had always remained the same, happy-go-lucky young woman she had always been, which helped a lot when she became a drudge working in the crèche.
Malthor and Emlin had no idea of each other’s existence until a spring gather when he was just twenty-two and she was only twenty-one. They seemed to get along quite well, though, after the gather they didn’t really see all that much of each other. So the two of them made time at night, during and after supper, to see each other near the Weyr Lake. It wasn’t all that long after the two of them had started these late night meetings that the young woman had realized she was pregnant, and that the only possible father was Malthor, especially since she had been extra careful to avoid the riders when a dragon was getting close to rising. She was afraid to tell him the news, and was taken by complete surprise at the expression that appeared on the man’s face. Malthor couldn’t have been happier.
Merlin was born near the end of that winter, and when Malthor saw that he had a baby boy, well, long story short he fainted with pure joy. Nothing could have made the man happier, except for one thing. It was then that he had asked Emlin to become his wife and she accepted happily. And so the two of them lived together relatively happy, after all, what married couple doesn’t have a fight now and then? Either way their love for each other never died or dwindled for the two of them as they raised their son with a firm yet loving hand. When they first realized that Merlin had an affinity for books and animals, they started giving him a little more free time to go to the records room and study what he could. They even quizzed him on everything that they knew, hoping that their son would one day be a successful man.
Merlin loves his parents, but he just wishes he could have a little more time without them questioning him about every little detail of his life. That’s why he has taken to spending so much more time in the records room than he used to. His biggest wish is to someday have a chance at finding someone to love as much as his parents love each other. But for now he is content with making mutual friends with the animals he helps take care of. Though every night he goes to bed and prays that he will find someone that understands him, and understands what he truly wants in life. Whether or not his prayers have been heard or not has yet to be seen.
Lark Said:
Alright, so he was alone again it seemed. The brown wheret pawed the ground, his tail swishing back and forth. Well darn, now there wasn't anyone to make happy! Flopping onto the hot sands the wheret rolled around, itching his wings and back before staying in that position for a moment. Paws were outstretched into the air, his tail folded up against his belly so that it twitched against his nose. Eventually it made him sneeze.
Well, this was boring and what was a brown to do in such an event? Running around suddenly he went after his tail, certain that something would eventually come to mind. When it didn't, he decided to start investigating. He didn't head to the candidates however, but to the other eggs instead. Wasn't there a sibling of his that was out and about right now? Or...something like that. Nudging the egg that the dark purple tail had come from he gurgled and bounced back and forth. There was someone here, he did see it, he did, he did!
Nudging, then getting to his hind feet and pushing, the brown rolled the egg to where the opening was face up again and the little purple wiggled her way out. Freedom, finally! Sighing and catching her breath, the amethyst nuzzled her brother thankfully before looking around. Okay, what did she have here? White things, egg things, bonded things...okay so that last one was entirely not her problem. Looking around still she finally settled on the wher that had saved her.
He was bouncing around still, his wings splayed out to keep his balance and the act was...amusing most definitely. However, she didn't think it was quite right. If one were to cause laughter, they shouldn't degrade themselves as well. No, much better to make fun of someone else instead! Her eyes whirled with streaks of red as she nudged her brown brother toward the candidates, quickly on his heels. They would find someone together these two, and it wasn't going to be another female. No, she wouldn't do that, she needed a male handler like her brother!
Merlin'sMsk bored. Msk find fun, Msk cause fun, laugh at others! Laugh fun, laugh veeeery fun. Hmmr.....Msk think brother good for Merlin too. Merlin agree with Msk, not question. Msk lead, males follow, no ask why!
Following his sister's lead, the brown curled around Merlin's legs and flopped onto the sands with his hindlegs folded somewhat awkwardly beneath him.
Merlsk agree, Merlsk be best funster! Merlsk cause smiles yes? Merlsk like smiles!
Alright, so he was alone again it seemed. The brown wheret pawed the ground, his tail swishing back and forth. Well darn, now there wasn't anyone to make happy! Flopping onto the hot sands the wheret rolled around, itching his wings and back before staying in that position for a moment. Paws were outstretched into the air, his tail folded up against his belly so that it twitched against his nose. Eventually it made him sneeze.
Well, this was boring and what was a brown to do in such an event? Running around suddenly he went after his tail, certain that something would eventually come to mind. When it didn't, he decided to start investigating. He didn't head to the candidates however, but to the other eggs instead. Wasn't there a sibling of his that was out and about right now? Or...something like that. Nudging the egg that the dark purple tail had come from he gurgled and bounced back and forth. There was someone here, he did see it, he did, he did!
Nudging, then getting to his hind feet and pushing, the brown rolled the egg to where the opening was face up again and the little purple wiggled her way out. Freedom, finally! Sighing and catching her breath, the amethyst nuzzled her brother thankfully before looking around. Okay, what did she have here? White things, egg things, bonded things...okay so that last one was entirely not her problem. Looking around still she finally settled on the wher that had saved her.
He was bouncing around still, his wings splayed out to keep his balance and the act was...amusing most definitely. However, she didn't think it was quite right. If one were to cause laughter, they shouldn't degrade themselves as well. No, much better to make fun of someone else instead! Her eyes whirled with streaks of red as she nudged her brown brother toward the candidates, quickly on his heels. They would find someone together these two, and it wasn't going to be another female. No, she wouldn't do that, she needed a male handler like her brother!
Merlin'sMsk bored. Msk find fun, Msk cause fun, laugh at others! Laugh fun, laugh veeeery fun. Hmmr.....Msk think brother good for Merlin too. Merlin agree with Msk, not question. Msk lead, males follow, no ask why!
Following his sister's lead, the brown curled around Merlin's legs and flopped onto the sands with his hindlegs folded somewhat awkwardly beneath him.
Merlsk agree, Merlsk be best funster! Merlsk cause smiles yes? Merlsk like smiles!
Three turns ago he impressed not one, but two amazing whers and now wouldn't have his life any other way. Msk and Merlsk are his entire life. Even though he bonded with them at Trelis he left the Weyr as soon as his little amethyst and brown were old enough. Now the three of them live in Rindell Weyrhold, doing their best as one of the few pairs of whers and handlers on the island.
Msk
Name:
Msk
Pronunciation:
m - sk
Egg Name:
The Dark Sorceress
Clutch Parents:
Unknown
Age:
3 Turns
Type:
Wher
Rank:
Amethyst
Size:
3.4ft
Color Codes:
651081
Appearance:
Small in proportions, thicker tail, longer muzzle, tiny feet.
Personality:
Mysterious, talks in riddles, often gets side-tracked, likes to be in charge, flirty.
Mind-Voice:
Merlin'sMsk lead, males follow.
Msk's voice is a dark pool that seems to brush against a person's scalp and sends shivers down the spines of the unwary. It is a sweet voice that seems to seep across a person’s mind until it completely envelops them in a haze of purple mist. It is not always like this though, and mainly changes when she is talking to either her handler or Merlsk. Then it takes on an almost gentle quality, but also gains a stern, almost motherly tone as she attempts to lead her two males through their lives together.
Merlsk
Name:
Merlsk
Pronunciation:
merl - sk
Egg Name:
The King's Jester
Clutch Parents:
Unknown
Age:
3 Turns
Type:
Wher
Rank:
Brown
Size:
5.6ft.
Color Codes:
4E3823
9A7C50
A97438
Appearance:
Larger hindquarters than front, oddly proportioned, often sits or walks funny.
Personality:
Slow, Ditzy, Clumsy, Jester-type, Kind-hearted, Doesn't focus easily.
Mind-Voice:
I Merlin's Merlsk, greatest funster.
Merlsk’s voice is very gentle and at times it is a little hard to follow what the brown wher is trying to say. This is because he will sometimes forget what he is saying and start talking about something completely different. When this happens all you need to do is remind him of what was going on and then he will usually get back on track, though there are times when it takes a little bit more work to get him focused on what he’s saying. One subject that can hold his attention for a very long time is anything that deals with having fun.
